Ye Zhiqiu has always been very bold, and he doesn't care about one and a half times, after leaving the main house of the east wing, he picked up a bucket of water, soaked it in water, pretended to be struggling, and walked outside.

The servants who come and go, it is not strange to see a fresh face, they are all busy with the work at hand, and no one is too talkative, after all, they are all subordinates of each other, why point fingers at others.

Wumeng hid in the beam of the house, and when he saw Daoyou Zhiqiu leave in a big way, he couldn't help but secretly admire, and then thought about it: "Daoyou also took advantage of the convenience of being thin and weak, and it was me, with the body of a barbarian, haunting the inner courtyard of the Bai family in Jincheng...... Hey, hey, maybe something will happen!"

Although Wumeng, a disciple of the Zhushan Sect, had a body like a brute bull, his whole person was as flexible as a panda, not taking the usual path, moving and transferring between the rows of houses, not much slower than Ye Zhiqiu, and almost left the Bai family in Jincheng with his front and back feet.

On the corner of the street, the two looked at each other and smiled, and at the same time took a step, and after a few turns, they came to the street, and the rich atmosphere of market life suddenly came to their faces.

Ye Zhiqiu saw that the air was gray, as if covered with a veil, and the buildings that were a little farther away were a little blurry. The rammed ground that has not been cleaned very carefully, the marks left by donkey and horse dung everywhere, and the tin tanker truck that collects night incense wafts along the way to make people vomit the smell of overnight meal.

Wumeng couldn't help frowning: "How can you calm down and practice in such a market life? With the temperament of the poor Dao, I'm afraid I can't adapt to it." ”

Ye Zhiqiu was unaware of this, and couldn't help but laugh and said: "Eating and drinking dew is practice, and rolling in the red dust and mundane world is not cultivation? There is no reason! You have obtained the meaning of the Sutra of the Liberation Gate, and you have cultivated the Sutra of the Past Mito, even if you have turned into the Great Sun Yantuo, don't you hear that there is nothing else but the mind? Why do you care so much about things outside the body?"

Speaking of this, Ye Zhiqiu paused deliberately: "Yu saw a shop with cooking cakes nearby, smelled the fragrance of sesame oil cakes, the pot gas full of sauce fragrance, and the boiling hot soup, dumplings and wontons rolled up and down. Carrying baskets, carrying burdens, carts, small vendors walking the streets and alleys, selling well-cooked breakfast along the street, this is the breath of market life, full of vitality and vitality. ”

Wumeng snorted, full of complaints, choked in his throat, couldn't spit out, couldn't swallow, his face was flushed, but there was nothing he could do, and he had no choice but to let out a long sigh.

"I agreed with Daoyou that within a month, I would create a career in Jincheng. Regardless of the means, as long as the end is achieved, establish a hermitage sect. How?"

Ye Zhiqiu's relief made Wumeng's mood settle down a lot, he had been away from the world for too long, and he was very resistant to re-entering the world, if it weren't for the benefits of the Great Sun Yantuo, he valued the Taoist friends around him very much, and suspected that he was a thousand-year-old monster who had opened Su Hui, and he would definitely quickly escape into the mountains and wilderness.

"It is said that the eight immortals of the Sui and Tang dynasties have pure Yangzi to play the world, enlighten the world, and also make the costume of a scholar. When we enter the world and follow the customs, we must also change our ways, so as not to be discovered by others. ”

Wumeng felt the same way as this, and he understood the truth of light and dust better than anyone else, so that he could avoid disasters repeatedly, especially human disasters.

I think back then, the juniors of Shushan and Qingcheng, who held heavy treasures, simply took many side disciples, Junjie among the demon monks, when they slashed and killed the monsters of the troubled people, and when they fought swords three times, they killed the earth and the sky was dark, and they wiped out the world's foreign Dao veins in one battle, not the son of man, really not the son of man.

Thinking of the key points in the joints, Wumeng immediately came back to his senses and reined in his own Dao Qi, and the Yin Qi of Sen Sen was mixed into the evil qi of the body, which actually complemented each other exceptionally, if it were not for the body of a barbarian, it would have become the atmosphere of a great man in the rivers and lakes.

If it weren't for Ye Zhiqiu's killing of hundreds of people alone last night, without hiding his murderous aura, by the side of the strong man Wumeng, at most he would be a small guy walking under the door, but the Taoist costume changed from a small hat in Tsing Yi and his elegant and dusty temperament made him make up for his identity as a monk in the eyes of passers-by.

"This snail street is the famous snack street at the east gate of Jincheng, the business is very good on weekdays, catch up with the temple fair, the New Year festival is more lively, people do not stop flowing water, donkeys and horses come and go back and forth, the famous snacks and snacks in the north can be tasted here. ”

Wumeng immediately assumed his role and nodded lightly: "Brother, you just have to lead the way in front, you can only eat and drink well, and I will cover all the expenses." ”

Ye Zhiqiu saw that the Taoist friends around him were so smart and clever, he nodded secretly in his heart, looked around left and right, and found a shop with a huge "high" word wine flag, so he led Wumeng in.

As soon as the two of them sat down, an eight- or nine-year-old child came over to greet them, took off the cloth towel on their shoulders, gently wiped the clean tabletop, and carefully looked at Umeng's big cake face, and his movements were skillful and distressing.

Ye Zhiqiu knew that Jincheng was not easy to live in, this young man must be the son of the shopkeeper, he had no money to enter the school, so he could only help at home, and if he invited one less person, he could help the family to some extent, so he asked for a cage of meat buns.

The young man's hands and feet are very diligent, when Ye Zhiqiu lowered his head to taste tea, he came over with a cage of meat buns with both hands, and put it on the table lightly and heavily, steaming red, red like a hawthorn fruit, which makes people love.

It's a pity that when Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand lightly and spread the steam of the cage drawer, the foodie attribute exploded, after all, anyone who saw a bun with pleats less than eighteen and different sizes would shoot it.

Fortunately, Ye Zhiqiu worked very hard to nourish qi, forcibly endured it, reached out and pinched a bun, brought it to his mouth, took a small bite lightly, and realized that the taste of the meat filling was not bad, but it was rare that the oil juice was overflowing, and even the thin and uneven bun skin became delicious.

"The taste is passable, but unfortunately the appearance is different. The minced meat is not finely chopped, and there are bone residues. To make the noodles of the bun skin, the flour is used, but the noodles are not awakened. The rolling pin is rusty, isn't it? The thickness is uniform, the pleats are shoddy, and the number is less than eighteen, which is simply unreasonable! That is, if the neighbors are familiar with the market, they don't mind, and it is difficult to retain repeat customers, and it is even more difficult to ferment word-of-mouth and attract more new customers. ”

Ye Zhiqiu's words, perhaps the comments that should be said, fell on the ears of the shopkeeper, and he shook a few times like thunder, and looked at the barbarian strong man and the Taoist monk, and his heart secretly paid attention, and now he heard one of them open his mouth to point out, at first he thought that the guests were dissatisfied, but now he shook his senses, pure kindness, and personally pointed out the way out of the bun shop.

The shopkeeper immediately put down the work on his hand, wiped his hands on the apron with all his might, and trotted all the way to Ye Zhiqiu's side, a little farther away from Wumeng, which was also understandable.

"Listening to your words is better than reading for ten years! The two guest officers should eat and drink in this store, and they are exempted from making decisions without authorization, and they hope to give advice again. ”

When Ye Zhiqiu heard Wen Xuan's opening remarks, he knew that the owner of the store had learned it from Mr. Storyteller, and seeing that he was so well-behaved and clever, especially for the sake of the pink and red face of the eight or nine-year-old boy, he couldn't help but feel compassion, so he opened his mouth to point.

"First, mix the dough and baking powder together, guess the dough with warm water, and let it rise for a quarter of an hour. Second, take the pork fat and thin ratio of 37, first add cooking wine and minced ginger to remove the smell, and then mix in minced green onions, soy sauce and sesame oil to enhance freshness. If there are conditions, you can mix it with seafood soup jelly, and the taste will be even better. Third, the meat filling is stirred vigorously, no matter in the direction of the opposite direction, it does not stop for a moment, and it is stirred into a sticky paste. Finally, the dough is kneaded into a stick, cut into evenly sized pieces, and spread out with a rolling pin. To pay attention to it, each piece of noodles is weighed on a small scale...... Forget it! If you say too much, you will lose, you should take care of the present!"

The owner of the shop has mediocre skills, but his ears are good, and he remembers them after listening, and even if he speaks by himself, he can barely say a word.

After listening to the beginning just now, I knew that it was a secret recipe that was not handed down from the world, and the barbarian strong man who looked at the young Taoist may be a recipe from the family of the prince and magnates, and he was overjoyed at the moment, knowing that he had not looked away.

Suddenly, the owner of the store had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and stretched out his hand to beckon his son to come over: "Dao Ye is merciful, give me some secret recipes, and if I don't dare to accept it, I will pass it on to my son." ”

Then, his face turned straight and he said solemnly: "Dog, this Taoist master is your teacher, come and kowtow to see you." ”

Wumeng watched this farce from beginning to end, and found that Zhiqiu Daoyou looked constipated, and it was rare to see him deflated, so he couldn't help nodding, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and helped the owner of the store lightly, making him firm in his determination.

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